Oh, man, I am so sad that I will not be going to Las Vegas. I would so marry you! ... Tho' it might screw things up with that guy my aunt and uncle know, who is trying to get a green card.
I share that sadness. Vegas is going to lack something without you--and more than just the opportunity to be married by a sparkling, mutton-chopped Elvis impersonator. Oh, my lifelong dream.
Hm, well. What if I say I need a green card? Sure, I'd be lying, but then you'd have to marry me and not that guy. You hot, promiscuous thing, you. *clutches*
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*makes out with you*
I don't want to marry you, but ... how does copious amounts of hugging sound?
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*gropes you lovingly*
As long as there's touching and it involves me and you, then I'm allllll for it. *bearhugs*
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You know, I think I'm promiscuous.
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Hm, well. What if I say I need a green card? Sure, I'd be lying, but then you'd have to marry me and not that guy. You hot, promiscuous thing, you. *clutches*
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:o)
Seriously, I did.
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I'm stealing you away from California. You're coming back to Philly to sit in the shrine I've made for you and that's the end of the discussion. *g*
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